After reading the Gospel I noted no proper way to pray to our noodly master, might I sugjest.
Our Monster whom manages the stripper factory, Noodly is thy name. Thy pasta come, thy sauce be done, on Earth as it is in the beer volcano.
Give us this day our daily grog, and forgive us our eight â€œIâ€™d really rather you didnâ€™tsâ€
As we forgive those who do the didnâ€™ts to us.

(Iâ€™m new here so I donâ€™t know if any one has already come up with something like this.)

some times I remember it one way, some time an other. If I must have a past I'd prefer it be multipul choice"-The Joker

No worries. Prayer is done however you wish, permitted it follows the Eight I'd Really Rather You Didn'ts.

If you really want to pray hardcore, eat some pasta and drink beer. But He understands if you don't.

[...] the difficulty of believing that a perfect and complex eye could be formed by natural selection, though insuperable by our imagination, should not be considered as subversive of the theory.-Darwin

Monster that art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. May it be your will on Earth as it is near the volcanoes. Give us our hard earned pasta, lead us not into veganism and deliver us from cheap American lager.

The substantial thing is the soul of the beer - it is released when there is movement and oscillation and vibration - this can only be achieved by dumping the beer into a digestive tract - everyone must find the proper combination to achieve pastafarian mind.